Page 87 of Academically Yours

She trembled on top of me, crying out, “Matthew, I’m gonna—”

I just kept sucking on her clit as she found her first orgasm, her pussy clenching around my tongue as I tasted her. As I decided that there was no better place to taste her than in my bed, like this.

Finally, I pulled my mouth away from her and licked her wetness off my lips. “You taste so good, baby. I could spend all day between your legs.”

Noelle shifted down off of my face, and my hands slid to her curvy thighs as she rested over my hips. She was rubbing up and down against my cock, still contained under my jeans. I was acutely aware of one thing: I needed her rightthis very instant, or I was going to be gone. I could feel the wetness through the fabric, what I knew was a combination of my saliva and her juices, and I had to grit my teeth. Focus. Breathe.

“Noelle,” I groaned as she rocked against me, and then my hands guided her off of me so that I could free myself from this damn denim prison, the one thing that was keeping me from taking Noelle exactly how I wanted her.

I stripped down out of my pants and boxers, and then my cock was free in front of her, hard and bulging with my desires. I needed her. Oh, God, I needed her. And Noelle clambered back on top of me— “I want you inside of me,” she said. “Matthew. Please.”

And I was so desperate to feel her clenching around my cock. As desperate as she was for me, apparently, since she guided the tip of my length into her opening, still sensitive and wet from my tongue and her first orgasm. Noelle waited a moment before lowering herself on me to the hilt. Before my brain could even think about putting on a condom.

“Noelle—” I warned, knowing I should pull out and wrap my dick before we continued, but oh God she was so tight and warm, and her hands were resting on top of my chest.

“It’s—it’s okay,” she groaned out, sinking onto me fully, “I’m on—oh—birth control.”I was confident that I was going to die right here as she settled onto me, head tilted back and eyes closed. She was taking all of me, and I had to take deep breaths and concentrate on not spilling myself inside of her right then and there, just from the feeling of her heat around me.

“You feel so fucking good, Noelle. I love your body so much.” I couldn’t help myself as my hips rolled up into her, sending a wave of pleasure through me as I thrust even deeper inside of her.

“Feel so good inside me,” she gasped out as my hips thrust up again. “So deep. Your cock fits in me so perfectly, Matthew.”

I groaned. “Yes, Noelle, yes—” She dug her nails into my chest.

Then she placed one hand on either side of me, tangled her fingers in the sheets as she began to move up and down, slowly at first. I was entranced in the way her breasts bounced from the movement, and I drew in shallow breaths as my fingers dug further into her ass, squeezing in a way I knew was going to leave marks.

I wanted to leave marks all over her—her neck, her stomach, her thighs, her ass. I wanted to see all of the places where I had touched her, where I had made her mine.

“God, you’re so beautiful on top of me,” I sang, “I knew you would look magnificent riding my cock.”

“Shut,” she panted out through her moans, “up.”

I didn’t, though, as she picked herself up and dropped back down, riding me with such intensity I was seeing stars. “Fuck, Noelle, you’re killing me. I love your tight cunt. Like you were made for me. You fit me so well, Noelle.”

“Matthew,” she squeaked, picking up the pace even further, her fingers releasing from the sheets to move towards herself, “I need—”

I stopped her, held her hands in my own as she whined and squirmed and bounced on top of me. I rolled my hips again. “Are you close, Noelle? Do you want to come as you ride me, sweet girl?”

She nodded as she ground herself against me more, little mewls and moans that made me even harder. But no matter how close I was, how much I wanted to chase my orgasm, I wouldn’t, yet. Not until I knew she was satisfied, again.

“Oh—I—God,” she gasped, “I’m so close—”

I resisted the urge to thrust deeper, trying to keep my hips from the involuntary spasms as I continued to hold Noelle’s hands hostage in front of her. “What do you want, Noelle?”

“Touch me,” she growled, “I want to come, please.”

“Good girl.” I relented, releasing her hands so my thumb could find her clit. And then I was rubbing it over and over, bringing her closer to that edge, that relentless chase she had been pursuing.

“Oh—Fuck. Matthew. Fuck.” She tilted her head back, eyes squeezing shut, hands curled into fists as she tightened around me, her entire body clenching as Noelle climaxed again, waves of pleasure rippling through her. Her pussy was fluttering and pulsing, squeezing me tighter.

It was glorious, and I couldn’t take his eyes off of her face. I thought he might give anything to see Noelle look like that every day of the rest of my life—so full of the pleasure I gave her. “God, I love watching you come, Noelle.”

As she came down from her orgasm, panting as she released her grip on the sheets, I flipped her over, resting her against the pillow, still buried inside of her as I peered down at her face. At her beautiful face, slightly damp with sweat so her ginger locks clung to her forehead; at the blush of her cheeks from the physical exertion that came with riding me.

“Can you keep going?” I wasn’t going to continue without her permission. Even though I hadn’t had my release yet, even though I had been holding on for so long if she said no, I would stop, pull out—finish myself off.

Noelle’s arms clasped around my neck, and she pulled me closer, wrapping her legs around my body so I couldn’t stop, even if I wanted to.

“Inside me.”